THE SKINNER

I just dumped a number of blog posts in my Unused Blogs file for the same reason many others are there – too miserable and negative. Now...

Saturday 30/8/2014 I decided to take this weekend off, but not in the usual sense one would suppose. There have been very few days si...

When the hot dry wind hits here is fries vegetation and heaps the detritus here and there around my garden. The leaves, flower petals and ...

26/8/2014 So, this morning I worked through another 50 pages of Factory Station Room 101 . I found this easy going because there were...

So how much writing have I done lately? I’m ashamed to say not a lot at all. It’s not like I haven’t been active because, over the last few...

Okay, this blog has been gathering cobwebs while its blogger has been AWOL. I’ve just had my niece Samantha and her boyfriend Dean staying...

The summer before last I pulled out yet another dead climbing plant from the pot on our terrace. I can’t even remember what it was, so l...

Um, I’m noticing how many of my posts now begin with something along the lines of ‘I was in a bar the other day...’ but what the hell? I wa...

In the new millennium, what secrets lay beyond the far reaches of the universe? What mysteries belie the truths we once held to be self e...

All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All wo...

One does learn some interesting things in the mountains of Crete, and sometimes in its beachfront bars when conversation rises above the ...

I was on the beach the other day when someone said, ‘Is there a fire up there?’ From the mountains, in a long swathe, the sky was stained...

I’ve had quite an odd day today. Mr Insomnia’s opposite Mr Brick-in-Sock visited me last night and cold-cocked me for eight hours. I the...

Jolly good, Mr Insomnia has paid a visit again and tipped me out of bed after 3.5 hours sleep, and his visit, combined with a house tempe...